There’s someone in the back.
Night and night: double-killing of humanity
I got off Friday night, and I had a fight with my new neighbor.
The next morning, the police came to ask me if I heard anything last night.
I don’t know, “No, the opposite neighbour came back with me last night. Ask him.” I’m sorry.
The landlord was shocked: “There is no one to live in.” I’m sorry.
The police came out with a photo pointing at the neighbor I met just last night and asked me seriously, “Is he the one you saw?” He’s been dead a week. I’m sorry.
Knock, knock, knock!
There was a loud knock from the door, and I looked up, and the whole person was lost.
Saturday, the chickens didn’t scream.
Who is it?
I fell down and opened the door, and the whole man was so excited, he woke up.
Several police officers stood seriously at the door and followed the landlord.
The police pulled out the papers, “We know you came back last night. Did you hear anything last night? I’m sorry.
What happened?
I had a cold war and I was busy saying, “No, I didn’t hear anything when I came back yesterday…”
Looking at the police’s more serious face, I went on to say, “There was another person who came back last night in the middle of the night. Ask if he heard anything. I’m sorry.
And I pointed to the room across the street, and he saw the landlord’s face, and he looked at me and said, “It’s an empty house that has not been rented yet. I’m sorry.
My brain buzzed after the landlord opened the opposite door.
Because there are no real signs of the house being occupied or even covered.
The landlord and the policeman who entered the house explained: “Someone came to visit the house the other day, and I packed it up, but I did not rent it, but I had the key in my hand. I’m sorry.
No rent?
And who did I see last night?
Last night, when I came home at 2 a.m. today, I noticed someone behind my back, and I turned my head, and he yelled at him, and then he got into the empty house, and I thought he was the new neighbour.
I saw the police looking back at me in a doubt.
I know I’m going to have to explain now, and I want the police to believe me.
I’m a bit speechless, and I’m describing that man’s face, “One eyelid, hawk nose, thin face, thin body!” I’m sorry.
The police listened to my description, putting his cell phone on my face, and I confirmed, “Do you think this is the man?” I’m sorry.
In the photo of his cell phone, he was lying on the ground with his eyes closed.
Looks like he’s dead?
I saw the man who died, and most likely I was the last one to see the dead.
The police face is cold: “Let’s come with us for the year. I’m sorry.
When I got to the police station, I told the police what had happened yesterday, and I couldn’t help but swear, “He was alive, he had a shadow! I’m also flexible when walking, and I can’t find anything suspicious but walking. I’m sorry.
The police recorded all of this, and finally he looked up to me and said, “This body was preliminarily examined by a forensic medical examiner who died a week ago…”
I didn’t hear anything in the back. I felt like my ears were ringing.
He died a week ago, but yesterday he yelled at me!
As I was full of questions, the door of the interrogation room was pushed out, and the policeman who came in said, “The source of the body was found, it was the body kept by the medical department, it was a general specimen. It was in Formerin yesterday. I don’t know which pervert stole it. I’m sorry.
The last thing that happened to me was that the police officer’s complaint was gone.
The cold has been all over me.
The man who was yelling at me yesterday was a dead body for a week.
The police took surveillance of my rental home after work, proving that I was on the way back to the rental house, and nothing unusual.
Unfortunately, the last road was not captured because of the complexity of the alley.
The police told me to go back, and they took someone to clean up the hospital.
I just want to know who I was talking to last night.
It was a mess. I was invited back to my front foot, just after he left the police station.
I was brought into the interrogation room, locked in a chair, and watched from all directions.
Looking at the police, I suddenly realized who stole the body?
It’s me.
The police officers who went to the university dump site returned after more than an hour and clearly photographed my face in the surveillance they had received, and I stole the body.
The sick cop who said he was stealing the body came in together this time, looking at me with complicated eyes.
I’ve watched the surveillance three times and started wondering if I could sleepwalk?
“The surveillance time was 4:34 a.m. We found a sample of your hair at the scene. I’m sorry.
I returned to the rented house at 2 a.m., 4 a.m., and approximately two hours from the rented room to the Qingdao Medical Department.
“Do you have an alibi? I’m sorry.
It’s probably just that my face is too harsh, and the serious police tone is good and gives me a counter-argument.
I opened my mouth and I ended up asking, “Can I get the surveillance around my rental room?” I didn’t leave my room and I lived alone. I’m sorry.
Living alone, 2:00 a.m.
There is no evidence, but only physical evidence.
The police looked at me for a while and took someone out.
I’m sitting around.
I’m even beginning to wonder if I’m really sleepwalking.
Because I don’t drink, I’m sure I’m not drunk.
All the surveillance that the police had been able to get out of the alley was taken, but I was unable to prove my innocence because of the lack of angles and the complexity of the alley.
Cops looked so pale, they poured me a hot water.
I took it over, and I was wondering, how else can I prove I’m innocent?
The police looked at my hand and looked at the surveillance of the body, and he said, “Not you.” I’m sorry.
Not me.
Of course not.
Who steals a body and throws it on the road?
I’m a barista. I’ve had myocardial infarction before, so I haven’t done much work.
My fingers and palms are more thinner than the hands in the surveillance.
Once again, when I walked out of the police station, it was dark out there.
I almost knelt three heads to that cop when I left.
But it affected me too much, and too many questions were not unsolved, so when I went back to the yard, I went to the opposite room without turning my head.
In this room, there is no need for life, but I am sure that the man who scolded me in the early hours of the morning is alive and that he entered this house.
I have watched them many times, both in the closet and under the bed, without any sign of residence.
I’m starting to wonder if I actually saw it or was it just a dream?
I left the room.
I don’t feel comfortable going out and looking back. Suddenly there was a path that could only be passed by one person.
But this trail wasn’t there when the police were here this morning. It was estimated that it had been overshadowed by miscellaneous items.
My heart beats and I softened my feet down through the sidewalk, and I stopped to look around in the open.
– It’s the landlord’s yard.
Landlords live alone behind them, have no children and no wives, usually do not like to be disturbed, but are a passionate person.
When I didn’t have enough money for two, the landlord offered to take one.
I couldn’t wait long to go back to my room from this alley.
Less than two minutes, the landlord’s coming.
I was surprised that I had seen it, and the landlord delivered the fruit.
“Uncle, you’re scared today. Send you something to eat. I’m sorry.
The landlord handed me the fruit and looked at my face and said, “If anyone comes, don’t talk.” I’m sorry.
I even nodded.
The coffee shop was on a regular double break, and after one night I decided to figure it out.
On Sunday, I went out and bought a little wireless surveillance to insert the memory card and hid it in that alley.
I’ve been staring at surveillance on the phone all day, but nobody’s been there.
Worked on Monday and walked 20 minutes to my coffee shop.
All day, I looked at the surveillance footage on the phone several times.
It was 1:50 in the morning, and I didn’t notice anyone passing through the sidewalk all day.
I was distracted on my way home.
After entering the alley, I saw the shadow on the ground.
Clear shadows, as before, without footsteps.
This time I didn’t even think I’d go back to the yard like crazy and go into the room and I could even hear the sound of chasing me behind my back.
I rushed to the door and called the police.
The police will be here soon, and I’m in a state of panic and speak directly to the police.
The police clearly did not believe what I said, and he replied to me, “The body of the deceased has died for medical purposes and you can’t recognize it in front of you. I’m sorry.
I’m mute.
Because I’m too panicky to notice what’s behind me.
Lie down in bed, and this thing has been echoing in my head.
I turned on the phone and called the surveillance again.
Intuitively, I’m a little skeptical that the landlord faked that thing. I’d like to make sure again.
If it’s true, then he’s probably passing through the alley.
But what I didn’t think was that when I turned on the surveillance, the picture I saw was no longer a trail.
It’s a house full of people.
Horriblely, I saw from the surveillance a bed where a sleeping girl lay.
Who touched my surveillance?
I was able to confirm that the footage I saw in the surveillance was in my next left room.
I didn’t have time to think about it.
I can’t afford to pee.
I have to get the surveillance back before this girl finds out and calls the police!
I don’t think so the next day.
When I washed, I turned on the monitor and wanted to make sure the girl was at home, so I used to steal it back.
But I saw this girl wearing skin wax on her face.
She turned herself into a leopard.
I looked at her, and I stopped brushing my teeth.
Maybe the man who stole the body lived next door to me.
She can pick up my hair glued to my clothes, she’s seen me, and she’s as tall as I am.
I took the leave, didn’t go to work.
Calm down, I broke the light in the room and invited the brother to the right next door to fix it. He’s the longest person in our yard.
I pretended to have no intention of asking, “I don’t think I’ve seen the girl next door. What does she do?” I’m sorry.
“A special effector, you’ve never seen her go out with her make-up before, drawing a mortuary make-up, almost scared the landlord to hospital.” I’m sorry.
To understand that, I’m beginning to suspect that this special effects girl is the one who pretends to be me.
I went to the police station.
I couldn’t say, of course, I saw it from the monitor, and I said, “My next door is so strange that I don’t go out, and I asked someone to know she was a specialist. I’m sorry.
The police also came to this level and soon took the special effects teacher’s girl for questioning.
And I went back alone.
On my way back, I went to the landlord: “Uncle, when I left, the key was locked in the house. Can you give me the spare key? I’m sorry.
The landlord gave me a bunch of spare keys.
I opened the SWAT girl’s door with the key and took the surveillance back.
I thought it was over, but I didn’t think the special effects girl would be back this afternoon.
The police called and told me that it was not the special effects girl, because the body type in the surveillance was different and probably a man.
Different size?
I question the police’s judgment, and the police are more angry than me: “Men have bigger bones than women.” Don’t I have any eyes? I’m sorry.
Then why are you taking people away? I’m sorry.
I was even more upset and heard the police say, “Please come and see if you can find a clue.” I’m sorry.
We don’t have a lot of special effects here, and even fewer good special effects, so the police really just let the special effects girl see if she can recognize someone.
I was ashamed and asked: “Did she see anything? I’m sorry.
The police didn’t say anything. Hang up the phone.
The police do not speak much about the details of the case.
I went back a moment and started to analyse this.
If the suspicion of the special effects teacher’s girl is ruled out, only the landlord is now the suspect.
Landlords will follow that path, have a spare key to the special effects teacher’s girls’ house, open the special effects teacher’s girls’ house and put the surveillance in it.
But I can’t guess why the landlord did it.
I work normally on Wednesdays, and I’m on my way home from work at night.
When I got into the alley, I realized something was wrong.
I didn’t look back, because I was too nervous, I wasn’t sure what was behind me, and this time I did a very good psychological work, turned on the flashlight on my phone and went back.
I’ve seen the face of this man from about three meters behind me.
– Same as the body.
My heart was starting to come up, and just as I was about to scream, I suddenly realized that the other side was as if it had not reacted, and when I suddenly turned back, it was stiff.
It must have been the special effects girl, she knew I called the police, so she tried to intimidate me.
I thought clearly, and even when I looked at her, I walked on my own and pushed her in the chest, and I tried to mock her, but when I touched her, I swallowed back what I wanted to say.
Because it…
It’s a man!
At the same time, I smelled formerin!
I felt my pupils amplified. I punched each other in the face, but my hands were clean and clean without a little skin wax!
I cried my heart to pieces all over the alley, and I couldn’t go back to my room!
It’s true! It’s the body that died for medicine!
Perhaps my screams were too loud, and many people in the alley lit the lights, and I was standing close to the door at the moment and was afraid to breathe.
Why does this body keep looking for me?
Didn’t the body die already?
What does he want with me?
I feel like I’m going crazy. I’ve been through more than I know. I’ll die if I stay like this!
I’m moving!
I have to get out of this place. It’s weird!
I packed my stuff all night and heard a few knocks.
I was so sweaty that I picked up the stick that I kept in the house, and I heard from the outside, “The disturbing people in the middle of the night, come with us.” I’m sorry.
It’s the police.
I don’t think so. Open the door.
At this point, there’s nothing more secure than the police.
The police are the light of the right path!
I can really feel it. It’s definitely the victim!
But the police don’t believe me.
I was afraid to go home and stayed at the police station until dawn the next day at noon.
I’m moving. I can’t stay here anymore.
When the landlord came back to bring me fruit, I just packed half of it, and I was packing it up, and I asked, “What are you doing? Did you find the house?”
I packed up my hands and stopped.
I didn’t have time to find another house.
It’s all a matter of time before I think about it. I just want to run.
“Uncle just came by to ask you, is that the body you saw? I’m sorry.
Landlord sits down, and I’m like, “You say bodies always show up when you come home at night? But how did he leave school? How did you find it? I’m sorry.
I sting.
How do I know why a body always gets me when I’m off work?
Besides, if a body can really move around, what’s the big deal about leaving a school?
“You’ve been too tired and hallucinating lately. I’m sorry.
The landlord looked at my face and said, “Don’t get tired of working until the end of the night. I’m sorry.
“No way! I’m sorry.
“Is it possible that you were under too much pressure? The landlord looked at me and said, “The police said it was a dead body for a week. How could the body go anywhere? I’m sorry.
I can’t help but think back.
I saw it in the dark, under the light of the trigger. And because the first look was so similar, I thought it was a special effects girl, so I didn’t look at it at all.
Did I have a mental problem?
Who was the one who called me that first day?
Why didn’t you find him in the end?
I punched you yesterday. If it was someone else, why didn’t you come to me?
The landlord did not say much and left without the fruit.
I went to the hospital for safety.
I used to have a heart infarction, but finally I got better, not because I had it, but because I had a heart transplant.
Now I wonder if my body was being rejected by this heart, so there was a disease.
I went for a medical check-up. The heart is healthy.
I began to question myself, I questioned all the surrounding circumstances, and I questioned every passing person.
Is it true what I see?
Am I eating something?
I think it’s a little more serious. I might have bumped into something by accident.
Back in the rental room, I started checking everything I had, trying to find anything suspicious.
I found it.
– A little wireless surveillance.
Not the one I bought, the other one.
Up above the door frame, I never noticed the position.
Importantly, it is still working.
I pretended I didn’t see it. It was actually cold all over my body.
I’m being watched!
They’ve been watching us since we got here!
Who’s watching me?
Why are you spying on me?
I’m afraid to show an anomaly because I don’t know if that person is watching the surveillance right now.
There’s nothing wrong with living here!
I’m getting out of here! Start looking for a house now!
The door was ringing.
I used to open the door and the landlord’s old and gentle face appeared before me.
I think I know who I am.
Before that, as soon as I got back, the landlord would come on time, and I thought he offered to lower the deposit so I could stay.
Cheng, have you found the house? The landlord stood at the door and laughed at me.
I forced it out and laughed, “It’s a mess. I packed it up. I’m sorry.
I can’t say I’m moving.
Put surveillance on me in the house, pretend to be a corpse and scare me, and I think these two things might be connected.
What does he want?
I dare not rush at this time.
The landlord heard me and laughed. “Uncle thought you were leaving, but he offered you another $200, and it’s hard to find someone with eyes. I’m sorry.
I laughed, “Thank you, Uncle!” I’m sorry.
The landlord was pleased to hear me say that.
I can almost be sure now. Something’s wrong with the landlord!
It’s night. I don’t know if the landlord saw anything.
You’ve hesitated for a long time. Should we call the police now?
There must be no police in the room and the landlord must be here faster than the police.
But I wouldn’t dare go out there. The body might be out there.
There’s surveillance in the room, there’s a body outside.
I stayed, but I couldn’t sleep because I was afraid the landlord would do something tonight.
I ordered take-out, ordered a lot of barbecues and drinks, and made a note that the riders had to send in.
When the barbecue arrived, I asked the rider if there was anyone outside, and the rider said there was a man standing outside.
Whether this person is a moving body or not, I don’t think I’ll ever get out of here tonight.
I knocked on the joint-lease neighbor’s door and invited them to barbecue.
The SWAT girl refused, the light man came, the other couple came.
As a result of my efforts, the meal lasted until 5:00, and it was already dawning that I dared to let those people leave.
I packed the garbage and at 6:00 I pretended to throw something out of the yard.
I was wondering if I should go to the house right now.
But I saw a dress in the trash can.
One looks like the body was wearing.
Remember, the body was different every time.
Who’s changing the body?
Most likely the landlord himself.
There are tenants in seven of the eight rooms rented by the landlord, and no one can hide it.
Only the landlord in the back lives in his own yard.
If you call the police now, do you have any evidence? I’m being watched, but there’s nothing to lose. It’s very likely that this matter will be dealt with as a peek.
No one believes me about the body. If I move, will the body really stop looking for me?
I don’t believe it.
Every day outside the alley, I followed me as soon as I came in. I didn’t believe it.
I threw the trash in.
I decided to figure this out.
You know what the body that’s moving is!
I bought some fruit, pretended to be in a hurry to find the landlord, walked into the back yard, and the bright light kept me from fearing the body.
The landlord’s yard was cold and quiet, and I saw some wreaths and white decorating.
Someone died at the landlord’s house?
My heart’s beating.
So the body really belonged to the landlord?
Two steps closer and you can hear what’s coming out of the house.
There’s someone else in there?
I tried to keep my foot down and come a few steps closer.
The house is quiet.
I’m numb and I’m invisible and I feel discovered.
I yelled in the yard, “Is Uncle home? I’m sorry.
“What’s going on?” I’m sorry.
He didn’t seem to mean to come out.
“Didn’t you cut me another 200 yesterday? I brought you something today. I’m sorry.
After listening to me, the landlord came out and kept his smile on his face.
But I felt his eyes were full of scrutiny.
He’s watching me.
I tried to stay calm until the landlord picked it up.
He didn’t invite me in, and I didn’t dare.
Before turning around, I could still see the landlord’s sight: glue, struggle, hesitation.
I guess he’d like to keep me now, but he’s got to be in trouble.
The whole thing may be left with a thin film, which is about to be pierced, and even if I am forced into it now, the truth must be in sight.
Maybe the body is in there.
But I dare not.
If you rush in, or the landlord and the people inside break the jar, I’ll tell them here and nobody will see it.
Out of the landlord’s house, I was sweating.
It also felt relieved.
I’ve got new questions.
– Why does the landlord hesitate?
I’ve thought twice about the body. He’s weak.
Old man, weak corpse, he couldn’t be sure of taking me down on the spot.
I have a new question: what is the relationship between the body and the landlord?
If she had a face, she would have known.
I’ve come to the streets again with such thoughts.
Early in the morning, the master and mother were talking about the birth of twins in their home.
Twins?
I think I thought of something.
The police phone contains pictures of the body with my eyes closed, thinking of the stalker who was punched by me.
I locked up a neighbor who was walking alone, acting like he didn’t mean to say, “Do you know where the lady in the alley is?” I haven’t seen anyone in years. I’m sorry.
He looked at me and saw me as a face, and he said, “It’s been a divorce for over a decade. I’m sorry.
“Why divorce?” I’m on the street.
“A pair of twins were born with a heart attack, and the woman thought it was a man’s problem and left with her son. I’m sorry.
Twins.
A heart attack.
The most important thing about a heart transplant I’ve ever had is to start with HLA!
HLA matches, means you can transplant a heart!
I was hospitalized for acute gastrointestinal disease for a few days before I was determined to rent the house.
The landlord asked me how I wanted to rent, and I was shaking, I was weak, and I said we’d wait until I got out.
When the landlord heard about it, he came to the hospital and said that it was difficult for me to be alone, to be in the hospital for a few days, to give food and chat with me, and to help me run the hospital.
He said he looked at me like he was a child.
I was moved to move in immediately.
Is it possible that by that time I’d been matched by a ghost, HLA?
And my situation…
My body was cold, and my last question came out: “Have you seen his son?” I’m sorry.
He didn’t have time to answer because the landlord who left saw me.
I’m getting colder, but I’m sure the landlord can’t hear what we’re talking about so far away.
I was about to turn this thing around, and the next master had greeted the landlord: “This young man is very fond of your family’s affairs, and asked your son, saying I last met him, a decade ago. I’m sorry.
I saw the landlord laugh at me in the dark, and there was no mercy, and he said, “It should be back soon.” I’m sorry.
I should be back soon.
A pair of twins, a son dead for a week…
He urgently needs someone who can match HLA to save his other son!
I turned around and ran.
The landlord shouted, “Take him, he stole from my family.” I’m sorry.
At that time, most tenants did not get up, with only some elderly people and most landlords.
When I was told that I was stealing, a lot of people surrounded me, and I cried, “I didn’t steal, call the police!” I’m sorry.
Landlord’s one step faster. I’m sorry.
“Yes, young man, since you didn’t steal, why don’t you follow your landlord and take a look? If you don’t know, call the police. I’m sorry.
“Just tell the police how many things you have to do. Just follow your landlord back and take a look. I’m sorry.
I’m too old to be forced.
The last thing I regret at this time is not calling the police.
My phone has been in the house for the sake of disguise.
I know. Go back now. I don’t know if I can get out!
So I said again, “Then follow me as a witness.” I’m sorry.
After that, a lot of people laughed, and said, “What are you afraid of? Your landlord is in his 60s. I’m sorry.
Bullshit, he wants my heart! Can I be afraid?
There’s no point in hiding at this point, and I was so busy saying, “His son has returned and has a congenital heart attack…”
I didn’t say it later.
Behind the landlord, two steps towards the lamp repairer, my mouth was tightly covered and my mouth was loud, “You’re not reasonable to steal!” Don’t listen to him. We’ve always been short of stuff. We’ve been watching him lately. I’m sorry.
There’s an old hush around.
My pupils are constricted.
Maybe I’m not the first victim.
I was dragged back to the landlord’s yard with a mop, and my struggle was nothing to do with the light.
He quickly sealed my mouth with duct tape and tied me up.
I struggled, but I was pushed again.
It’s always following my body.
Looks exactly the same as the specimen of the Qinghian Medical School.
He tied me up, and the body punched me and said, “I’m so impatient to live!” I’m sorry.
It’s not heavy. It doesn’t hurt. Maybe my panic covered it.
Or perhaps his congenital heart disease made him so weak.
“If I hadn’t been seen that day, I’d have been able to steal my brother’s body.” You idiot!
He punched me in the face. He was breathing.
“Your brother wouldn’t have died if it hadn’t been for his heart’s rejection.” I’m sorry.
The landlord stood behind them and looked at me in silence.
I’m desperate.
The last man who met him must have been dead. I saw my end.
I’ll die too.
And right here, a few sirens sounded…
From a police perspective:
My last name is Zhang, I’m called Officer Zhang and the police call me Zhang.
This morning, a man in the old alley district called the police and said that a body was on the street.
It’s like a killing and dumping.
The forensic physician said, “There was no fatal injury to the body’s surface, nor was there any visible skin wound, and it was initially treated and the time of death was one week earlier. I’m sorry.
Even more strangely, in the alley closest to the body found, a late homeowner said he had seen the body at 2 a.m. last night, when it was still alive.
I suspect that someone falsely caused the body to appear dead for a week in order to confuse the police.
Soon, however, new information was received confirming that the body had died for a week and that the entire stolen process had been monitored and recorded.
I went to interrogate this suspect called Lecter.
Formerin’s smell stings, and once contaminated, can be left behind for a week.
He did not smell this on his body, in his room, and he was initially excluded.
I became more certain after I saw the hands of Lears.
It’s long, white. It doesn’t even look like it’s been done.
Formerin is very corrosive, and according to surveillance images, the hands should have been exposed to a lot of liquids.
The suspect was excluded and the new direction was directed towards someone who had known him for the past few years and who might have had a lot of contact with him.
The man was familiar with the city ‘ s topography and had a well-planned, simultaneous surveillance after he had come out of the laboratory and could not be found.
The investigation is in trouble.
Not long ago, Frances gave us a direction.
– He’s the special effects girl next door.
Special effects girls are not the ones who steal bodies, but she must know something.
She was very nervous when she routinely asked.
We didn’t shock her, sent her back, and arranged for someone to follow her.
The Special Agent hasn’t investigated anything yet.
He panicked and kept saying that he had seen the body again.
And this time I heard the key message: the smell of the FFL and the clean hands without skin wax.
I remember the first time I saw Chengs, he said, “I’m also flexible when walking, and I can’t find anything suspicious except walking without sound. I’m sorry.
It would have been a suspicious thing to follow a man without a voice, whereas the man was seen in France at 2 a.m. and the body was lost at 4 a.m.
Someone is hiding something on purpose.
They’re really tracking the years.
But what’s there to follow in France?
We’ve checked all the files of Chessy’s year once again, and finally it’s on a heart transplant.
Coincidentally, the cause of death of the body was the ostracism of the heart, which caused other organs to weaken.
To prove a bold assumption, I called the body file.
The body was born with a younger brother, although they emigrated before their first birthday, and there was little information in the file to confirm that their mother died a year ago and that they had no record of return.
I’ve looked at the stolen surveillance several times.
I’m beginning to wonder if the twins are back!
At the same time, I suspect the victim’s own transplanted heart is not on the right path.
I asked the police to begin to access some files, which were locked in the area of missing persons for the past two years, cases where the heart was dug to lead to death and, finally, the three victims were identified.
All three victims, without exception, had heart problems, had HLA, had a successful heart transplant, and all HLA matched the victim.
Chance is in danger!
The case must have been far-reaching and the twins had many domestic helpers.
Once again, we arranged for people to hide in the alley and to provide him with surveillance and protection.
Fortunately, we prevented the murder of a fourth person in time.
During subsequent interrogations, we learned that half of the eight residents in a yard were “helpers” placed by the landlord.
It’s what they call their own people.
Chess didn’t have much at his disposal to find such a beautiful and affordable house in such a luxurious city, and he had always thought that his luck was good or not, and that it was a gift of fate…
Turns out he’s been a moving heart since he walked into that yard.
(concluded)
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Night and night: double-killing of humanity
For the sake of martial arts
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